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At the ripe ol’ age of nineteen
I bought a short-bed pick-up-chick machine
Life ran on beer and gasoline
A half a lap ahead of the law
I had a fake ID that got me into Tuffy’s
“Love” was a word I used to get lucky
Was a big time spender with that plastic money
Back when I knew it all

"Folks Like Us"

We're scattered out
On rural routes everywhere
From California to
The Carolines

Flag wavin', Jesus prayin'

Hey
Sit down
You ain't leavin' yet, we're not done
There's a workin' man
With a hell of a plan
Tackle your each and every day
He goes off to work
In his flannel shirt

He works way too much for way too little
He drinks way too early till way too late
He hasn't had a raise since new years day
In eighty-eight gets trampled on by everyone
Except when he comes in here
And he's the product of the Haggard generation
He's got a redneck side when you get him agitated
He got the gold toothed look from a stiff right hook

I just got paid today,
Got me a pocket full of change.
Said, I just got paid today,
Got me a pocket full of change.
If you believe like workin hard all day,
Just step in my shoes and take my pay.

I was born my papas son,

I have days where I hate my job
This little town and the whole world too
Last Sunday when my Bengals lost
Lord, it put me in a bad mood

I have moments when I curse the rain
Then complain when the sun's too hot
I look around at what everyone has

Sometime I think what turned her on
Was my old broke down boots
She wanted her a real cowboy
It was a phase she was goin' through

But not one week after she moved in
I caught her paintin' the bedroom blue
She brought home a bottle of pink Chablis

There's a story that my daddy tells religiously
Like clockwork every time he sees an opening
In a conversation about the way things used to be
Well I'd just roll my eyes and make a bee-line for the door
But I'd always wind up starry-eyed, cross-legged on the floor
Hanging on to every word
Man, the things I heard

I'm tired of spinning my wheels
I need to find a place where my heart can go to heal
I need to get there pretty quick
Hey, mister, what you got out on that lot
You can sell me in a pinch
Maybe one of them souped-up muscle cars
The kind that makes you think you're stronger than you are
Color don't matter, no, I don't need leather seats

A young kid stepped in from the cold
And he ordered up a drink
He said don't look surprised old man I'm older than you think
If I was the talkin' kind I could tell you a thing or two
And since you didn't ask, let me show you my tattoos

He said I got this rose in Memphis in some back old alley dump
Picked this eagle up in Dallas, man I sure was good and drunk

I heard it through the grapevine
My new neighbor don't like my big red barn
A '47 Ford, bullet holes in the door
Broke down motor in the front yard

I got a half a mind to paint a plywood sign
And nail it up on a knotty pine tree
Saying I was here first, this is my piece of dirt

Don’t you dare go running down
My little town where I grew up
And I won’t cuss your city lights

If you ain’t ever took a ride around
And cruised right through the heart of my town
Anything you say would be a lie

This goes out to all them hard workin' Americans out there
We got your back baby...
Let's kick this thing boys!

I put my 40 in plus overtime
I oughta be proud of this check of mine
I open it up and I be damn
I worked half a week for Uncle Sam